Warmth. That’s the first thing I feel when I wake up. Warmth… and something solid beneath my cheek. It takes a second for my brain to catch up. A chest. A heartbeat. An arm wrapped around my waist. Evan. My eyes fly open, panic shooting through me. I try to shift away, quietly, carefully, but even in his sleep, he pulls me closer, tucking me against him like I belong there. My breath catches.
His face is relaxed, peaceful in a way I rarely see. His hair is a mess, his jaw rough with stubble, his lips parted slightly as he breathes. And just like that, the panic melts. Because this feels… right. Too right. Dangerously right.
I stare at him, my heart doing that stupid fluttering thing it always does around him. I’m falling for him...again, and it terrifies me. Because last time? Last time
